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I must have been 9 or 10. My baby sister was at daycare — “creche,” as the snooty owner-manager called them. The air was humid, grandma was snoring softly from her daybed, and I’d just discovered a jar of Nutella hidden behind some wheat crackers. The afternoon suddenly looked brighter.Continue reading“My first sugar coma.”
I wake up to a buzzing inbox, and I am so touched.Continue reading“Thank you and next up!”
This is a moment I’ve been working towards for a long, long time. But now that we’re finally here, I find myself breathless and uncharacteristically at a loss for words.
At this point, I should be writing something flowery and clever — teasing you, dropping coy hints, but nope. Not happening.Continue reading“THE SECRET……IS OUT!”
I’ve been on a no-frills fitness plan, and mostly, I am pleased.Continue reading“The bare bones solution”
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He looks forward to Wednesday evenings. They feel safe and dependable — a godsend if you’re autistic and anxious, like my son.Continue reading“Wednesday evenings.”
Last week, for a wild 10 minutes, we thought Minnie had gobbled down a car key.
There was a flash of her tongue, scooping up something red, and Grandma screamed, “No, Minnie!! Drop it, drop it, drop it!”Continue reading“Hey Elon, call me back. We need to chat.”
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Saturday, 01/15.2022
I’m spending two nights away from home, and hoo boy, it is such a maelstrom of emotions. On the one hand, I’m thrilled to have some me-time. One of the kids is coming with, so it won’t be all windswept hair and sips of chardonnay, but hey! Oregon beckons, and I get to see my dog again. Continue reading“A tale in two parts.”
Truth be told, it was only a matter of time.Continue reading“2 pink lines.”
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There’s a new pest in town, and “her” name is Courtney.
You see, Courtney sends me daily emails about hooking up.Continue reading“Oh, Courtney!”
The pandemic continues, because why not? New mutations whoop with glee, rubbing their hands and waiting to be put into the game. We’re only a couple of Greek letters down; there’s plenty left to kill us all twice. 2021 continues, and the other day I prayed for a glitch in the matrix — something to shake us out of this endless landscape of fear and disease.
But 2021 wasn’t all bad. Here’s some good stuff that kept me going this year.Continue reading“You and I.”
